One of my favourite films is the wonderfully sappy Addicted to love – try as I might I just won’t be able to convince people that I am a well rounded film critic. Give me chick flicks any day!
Any way one of the characters is a Frenchman in New York and when ask what it is like to be away from his home land, he says something along the lines of “…it’s like I’m superman. On Krypton everyone is superman so are not super at all, but on Earth Superman is SUPER…”
I feel like that at the moment.
I have never been more northern than I am now.
I’m not saying that I have slipped into a Geordie accent all of a sudden; I just feel Northern.
Fiercely proud of my homeland.
London must be one of the most cosmopolitan places in the world to live, people of all colours and creeds, and the longer I live here, the more I long to be at home. This is not necessarily a great feeling to have when we are planning to sell my little cottage and buy a property down here.
Still our northern holiday was just magical, and with my new toy I managed to capture some of the images that spring to mind when I think of home.
and Weardale to the north.